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It had been two weeks since Levi had seen her, the longest time they’d been apart since they’d begun seeing one another. When he’d first got the text, the one saying she was done with their arrangement, his stomach had dropped. They had been clear about the parameters, so it shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did. But staring down at the little bubble on his phone screen he couldn’t help feeling a pang of disappointment.They had been in this cycle for months now; every time he got too close to her, stared at her for too long, and expressed wanting just a little bit more, she yanked herself away and he was left frustrated and hurt. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried to convince her to stay over afterward, or to open up to him about her life, because he had. Lying side-by-side, their breathing still laboured, he had wrapped her up in his arms more times than he could count and, in his most persuasive tone, implored her not to leave. Lyra, however, was as stubborn as she was beautiful. And she was beautiful.Since they’d met her dark hair had grown long and untameable, framing the strong, freckled features that earned her second glances wherever they went. At his full height, he stood around 6’2” and beside him, willowy and confident, the top of her head easily reached his collar. But what had truly tricked him into letting her back into his bed and, he was loath to admit, bursa escort his heart so many times, were her eyes. They were what floated in his mind’s eye at two in the morning when he grasped his hard cock beneath the sheets, intrusive thoughts of the last time she’d been in his bed making his hand feel weak and unsatisfactory.Ultimately, after deleting and retyping his reply a few dozen times, he decided it didn’t matter. She was done with him and he wasn’t going to try and convince her she wasn’t, it had never worked before anyway.The uncertainty that he might ever see her again remained at the back of his mind though. They had been friends before, sort of, but nothing had brought them together quite the way the sex had and there was no guarantee she would even want to spend time with him without it. When the second message came a week later he found a relief he hadn’t known he’d needed.What’s up StraussHe rolled his eyes.Can I come and collect the books I left at your place sometime?We can have a drink too if you desperately need the foreplay.It took them another six days, what felt like an eternity, to find a suitable gap in both of their schedules.It had been storming for the better part of two days, a relentless slew of rain that occasionally turned to sleet. He watched her get out of her car and jog toward his building, dodging the rivers that had begun to flow bursa escort bayan down the street.They laughed at the icy water that was dripping down her back, hastening into the lift where he helped free her from her wet jacket. In another world, it occurred to him, he wouldn’t stop there. He’d kiss her neck from behind and tease her out of her sweater on the way to his bed. But in this one, the small talk about the weather petered out into silence, and her sweater remained, disappointingly, on.The sun was almost done setting, bathing his hallway in a soft glow. They stood a little apart, neither really sure of what to say. He wanted to reach out and touch her, to pull her close and run his hands under the dress she was wearing. But it seemed too crude an action to convey everything he was feeling.“You want a drink?” he asked instead, clearing his throat.Her coat dripped onto the wooden floor from her hands.“Yeah, please. I’m sorry about the mess I’m making.” “Don’t worry about it, I’ll get you a towel.”“I can grab one.” They both started off in opposite directions: him toward the kitchen and her toward his bedroom.“Beer or wine?”“Beer, do you have-”“Guinness? Yeah, of course.”They found each other back in the lounge where she was drying herself.Finally, he looked at her. Her damp hair had already started curling around her arms and cheeks, flushed from the run-in, escort bursa he couldn’t stop his gaze from dropping to her plump, quivering bottom lip. His cock twitched in his jeans, he handed her the beer he’d cracked and turned away quickly to take a large swig of his own.“So, how’ve you been?”“Good, mostly. Trying to settle into the end of the year. You? What’ve you been up to lately, getting yourself into trouble?” He raised an eyebrow.“Oh, you know I always am,” she said airily, circling the room and idly examining his books and the nicknacks that hadn’t been there the last time she’d visited. “Did you miss me?” Her tone was playful.“Do you want me to say I did?”“I want you to tell me the truth.”“Last time we spoke you gave me the impression you didn’t really care about my truth.”She shot him a mischievous smile over the cover of a film she’d plucked from his shelf. “You know how temperamental I can be, sometimes I don’t even know what I want.” So that was why she was here. She’d known he’d be too upset for her to convince him, without some degree of grovelling, to agree to sex and that there was almost zero chance he’d be able to refuse her in person. He cursed himself silently and put down his beer.“What, would you like me to decide for you?” He stood up and approached her, taking the film from her hand and setting it down on the table behind her, which he now backed her into, resting his hands on the dark wood on either side of her hips. A wave of her scent hit him, the perfume she wore mixing pleasantly with her shampoo.“I really just wanted to hear how you felt.” She feigned innocence.
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